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155 · May 16
Microism
Life,
creatures of mud,
singing and dancing,
atop of a sunflower.
It's gracious, or crude.
Crude it is.

What have we seen?
Only the gracious?
What have we done to the crudes?
Endust them?

Have you seen a dust in the air?
It's our real value,
a small yet to be *****,
against this dusty place.

We are all dust!
Then what?
See the smallest dust particle!
Value him, could you?

We, have truly...
Truly have dusted the lowly and crudely.
We, have been too macroistic (only loving the big ones).

What could have we write,
in little ones?
Wonder to be him,
we learn to caress the kneels.
Oh, what an amendment!

Written in nobody.
Yet to be loved! Be loved!
For the kneeling ones!
Honor the peasants!
See high against them!
Oh, what an amendment,
written by our vague quills.

For us?
Love the leaf,
the branches,
and the plain wood.
Love them.
The same as you do.
Do what?
Love. Love what?
The golds,
the rubies,
and the silvers.
Honor, respect, love the weaklings and the rough ones.
128 · Apr 24
Welcome!
Fire, for him and for us.
A small sacrifice for our enjoyment.
A small temporary heat
to warm the hearts and its owner.

Sunrise shall arrive by the end line of the sea.
For us a small savor against its motherly silk.
Flower a fragrant, and its fragile beauty against almighty.
Asoothed by him, shall no devil bloom against our wither.

Landscapes shall ruin against greenscapes!
Change! The frame of stone caligraphs for a green curvy paint.
Wither shall not bloom against you.

"Ah, an arriving creature," shall us wave a misty silk of greenscapes.
Shall us, greet a warm candle in winters.
Shall us be not a wither to others.
Let us be a witness for the wandering cavern voices.

For us a new start...
For whom should we serve?
Ah, a pen..
Write aside a candle?
What a moment I miss...
69 · Jun 2
His Dirge
O' humans, return to clay!
O' angels, descend!
O' skies, gather and drip!

O' conscience.
Such minds shall glide!
Such minds shall care,
remember, remember, remember,
shall fate engrey thee!

O' life,
nourish, afog, abloom,
feed them thy nourishment.
Write no such carving!
What a ruling law of forgetfulness!

Be burden,
O' least worthful mankind.
Be worthful to remember.
67 · Apr 24
Old Generation
On God, shall we envision old flowers.
Landscape, they stand on greenscape.
Definality? We shall define them gold.

Crumble a star! Shall a new be born?
I'm none but a witness for them.
The new generation shall build anew.
Yule horror? No! Shall they wither!
58 · May 23
War Under Cloud
Tep morsum le ila korpsum.
Ashes to ashes,
detonation into corpses.

Rebel en legion,
savor to each cranium,
delicate as a fine wine,
yet shall us be blackened.

Legion en acid,
rebel en sympathic.
Freed the souls,
yet armies took them back.

Clouds for clouds,
each foxglove mattered.
Deceptions to be deceptions,
shall each eyes peak.

Whistle whistle,
newspaper for towns!
March for the mourn,
em' do as trumpets blow:
Soul soil.

Reaper grims,
soul queue stacks.
Clank! Burst!
Move forward,
shall a man protect us.

Scream,
hammers to craniums,
each organs weren't sold,
yet each lives be taken in joy.

Amendment et cease,
clouds bright,
peonies for each skull,
their blood bloom.

Fed korpsum le ila bluumus.
For each craniums,
let the seed be fed.

Fed korpsum? Ne.
Sim korpsum yaai rirget.
See the corpse,
see regret.
For each blooming in their craniums, let them rest.
Let towns be watered.

None for us to mourn,
for them shall they be enskyed. Morally, for us shall be shaking hands.
A poem about war and its rebuilding process. Shall us be at peace and never go for wars again.
50 · Apr 24
Await.
For it is who deemed true,
shall abide for amendments.
For it is who deemed boredom,
shall a man spread flowers.

Whom for man?
It is human, a human...
A human, from the mankind,
waiting on the cliff for someone.

For me, a pen
and smudged ink on the table.
For them, the sky and clouds.
For them shall decipher
For them, a skybreak.
47 · 7d
For God
One candle, one bread, one paper.
One drink, and one paper.
A match? Oh aye, for this candle.

This night,
Shall I look upon o blooming moon.
This night,
Shall I awonder him,
Love and fear.

Why are thine grace awing?
Why are thine peace,
A shallness for us to sleep?
Why art thou,
A harbinger to peace?
While a shallness for one,
To **** another?

Why art thou merciful,
For thee to give us mercy?
Each and each sin verily,
had been erased by thine mercy.

O' God,
I'm scared for thine anger to me,
Nay! Us!
Thou wouldst descend disaster,
For each! For each unforgiven!
Why would them,
Shall not beg a mercy!

O' God! Forgive us all!
For thee, shall not take our lives!
I fear, us fear!
For thine judgement to cease us!

God, do not make us fear:
For thine creation!
God, for us:
Shall us fear thou!

God... Have mercy.
For our children,
For us,
And For I.

Make us fear thou!
For thee shall not scare us,
Against thine own creation.
42 · May 22
Silent Disaster
Scalpel the daybreak,
shall the rip be delicate.
Fine mist, ashore a hollowing scream!
For whom shall us notice?

Look around.
Seest the sun nor the moon?
No! Turn ablind!
Thou shalt ne notice.

Nibble, nibble.
For them to come.
For us to enjoy.
Them shalln't notice.

Chomp, chomp!
Here they come a slice!
Yet shall none notice!
What a fun!
Ever thought about god's anger? With each person's sin in this world, god's anger rises everytime. That's why there are many earthquakes now.
0 · Jun 6
The Banyan Tree
For us shall gather around,
For us shall be ashade,
For us shall amend ourselves,
For us shall toughen ourselves.

O continents!
Under his dangling roots,
Shall they be ashoring others!

O humans!
Shall none do apart!
Unite! Shall us amind:
We, exist, from the first human!

How pity, we are amongst the ants!
Indeed shall one of you end another.
How pity, we are amongst the animals!
If each line doth matter,
Why then thou shalt mar it?
Replace, each for a carmine of us.
Replace, each priced for our mourns.
One wrote a grey firmament,
What a carve!

For some,
How blooming! Praise o pigeons!
None shall sail each of us!
One, doth matter.
Shall thon carve awhite o' pigeons!
What a shallness amendment for us!

Roots shall toughen,
For us shall be changed,
Roots shall be watered,
Shall us be nourished by o' wisdom.
0 · 6d
Statues.
Silence!  
His body shall be still!
Shall none soul be his!
Yet, seeth! For him:
A man who maketh thee wonder.
Such carves!

Descent, unto the lands,
Surround o' paths, nor greenscapes.
Descent, unto the lands,
Surround, o honor!
Yet some shall jest about thee?
For them a pity!

Some shall crumble,
For thee, thee shall die o' honor!
So as to be lost,
The sun doth not want thee.
Yet shall us find thee:
Be told eyes' conqueror!
Or shall thee be our jest?

Some shall appraise thee,
What a shallness for our kindled eye!
It's carved, carved each by our hands!
"Our blood shall be thine!" Sacrifice!
"Our man shall be thine!" Sacrifice!
"Our treasure shall be thine!" Praise!
"Such intricate lines, o carver!" Praise!
For thee shall giveth not a jest! Praise!

Now wouldst thou wonder?
Skies do makest thou wonder.
Lands do makest thou adore.
Art thou carving o birds o' skies?
Or:
Art thou to lo and carve his' again?
0 · 4d
Apophasis
Yet to be spoken? No!
For him shall not speaketh.
Such pity to listen, but seeth and feel!
Dost thou feel him?

Surround o dark!
Surround o light!
Surround o flowers!
Surround o decay!
For him and her,
Shall affordation bless ye!

Oh! What such shallness!
Praise! Afirm! Adore!
Yet shall thou not akneel?
Accursed!

Embody o flower, dear.
I shall not speak o' truth!
Embody o carpel, dear.
Speaketh no sound, dear!

Lo and behold!
Shall none exist and inexist.
Lo and behold!
None flowers shall wither nor bloom!
Strip one, dear.

Dear, no speaketh o' truth!
For I shall not and I care for thee!
Thou shalt be confused.
I shall not give thou my reflection!
Yet shall I give lessons.
Dear, you don't want to trust strangers.

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